Hey. :/ Tired, bad mood, blah, but I will TRY not to hurt anybody. No peppy hi today, just hey.
Mo's POV
We were in the waiting room, and I was mentally freaking out, and everytime the door opened, I would panic and think it was for me, finally Charlie handed me his IPod and I listened to some music until it was my appointment. I'm scared...
After a few minutes, a male doctor guy walked in.
"Hello Mohini. How are we feeling today?" He asked. "I am Dr. Underwood."
"Scared, upset, scared." I said. "And most people call me Mo." I said.
"Alright, Mo. You must be the daddy." He said, turning to Charlie.
"Yup." He said, shaking Dr. Underwood's hand.
"So, Mo, how far along do you think you are?" He asked.
"Maybe a month. I'm not sure." I said, looking at Charlie. It has been a month and 3 weeks since we 'did it'. So somewhat over a month...
"Alright." He wrote it down on a clipboard. "What is your plan? Do you have a place to stay?" He asked, I looked down.
"No. My baba kicked me out." I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He said. He changed to subject. "Will you stay in school? If not that is alright, but I would suggest staying in school, even though it will be harder." He said.
"Yeah I'm planning on staying in school." I said, looking at Charlie.
"You both look familiar..." He said, scratching the back of his head.
"We do to everyone." Charlie said, taking my hand.
"I know! Your both from that band Lemonade Mouth!" He smiled. "My daughter is a big fan of your music. She's shy and dyslexic. Your music makes her feel like she belongs in this world." He smile got bigger.
"Well we're glad we could do that." I said, smiling myself. I always loved it when we hear those stories, of how we helped people get out of their shell or overcome difficult situations.
"If you don't mind, would you please sign um..." He looked around, we laughed a little, "this." He held up just a piece of paper.
"Sure. We don't mind." I signed the piece of paper, then handed it to Charlie who printed his name.
"Thanks. This will make her happy." He smiled. "Anyway, how old are you both?" He asked.
"We're both sixteen." I said.
"Alright (A/N I'm not sure what happens at an OB appointment, so I'm just putting down what I think happens) well, if you have any problems, just call and I am here most of the time." He said, handing me a piece of paper, a prenatal vitamin prescription.
"What are the statics? Like, what are the odds of a miscarrige or a stillborn?" I asked, putting my hand on my stomach.
"There is a 20% chance of a miscarrige, and a stillbirth happens in 1 in 160 pregnancies." He said. "So you will most likely carry to full term, but it is possible, cosidering your so young." He said, I didn't want to lose the baby. Sounds crazy? I don't care. I'm already in love.
Charlie's POV
I wasn't happy with the fact he's a GUY OBGYN. But he's a professional. But I'm still not happy about it. We had went to Olivia's house after the appointment because Wen, Olivia, and Stella forced us to tell them everything that happened. We pulled into Livy's driveway, and the three of them were at the car before we could get out.
"What happened?" Stella asked, grabbing Mo's arm and dragging her to the backyard.
"Well, we talked, um.. he gave me a presciption, we signed an autograph, he had a daughter who loves our music, and we left. Not much really." Mo said.
"When are you going to get the meds?" Wen asked, sitting on the grass.
"I don't know. I need money, that I don't have. And I don't have a place to stay..." She said, tears filling her eyes.
"Your parents kicked you out." Stella said.
"My dad did. My mom was all mad. My dad said I was a disgrace." She started crying.
"You can stay here." Olivia said.
"Livy, I can't ask that of you." Mo said.
"I don't care. Your my best friend, like my sister, and you need a place to stay, to care for your kid." She smiled. Mo threw her arms around Olivia.
"Thank you, Olive!" She said. Olivia hugged her back.
"Anytime, Mo." She smiled.
We talked somemore, then Mo started to hum. Olivia began to sing.
"Let the music groove you. Let the melody move you. Feel the beat and just let go, feel the rythem get into your soul. Let the music take you, anywhere you want to when we're stuck and can't get free, no matter what we'll still be singing, come on come on turn up the music, it's all we got we're gonna use it come on, come on, turn up the music." We all started laughing.
"What are we going to do?" Mo asked, everyone looked at her.
"What do you mean?" Stella asked.
"The baby. How will we be able to go on tour, do concerts every night, and not have a little kid run out onto the stage?" She asked.
"She's right. But we'll make it work. Maybe we can have a babysitter come with us, someone you trust of course, and they can watch him/her." Olivia said.
"So, what do you guys want?" Wen asked.
"What do we want what?" I asked.
"Boy or girl?" The three of them said at the same time. We looked at eachother.
"I don't really know." "I'm not sure." Mo and I said at the same time.
"Well, I guess I would like a girl, but either way it would be fine." I said, shrugging.
"I don't really care as long as the baby's healthy." Mo said.
"Lemonade!" I heard Olivia's Gram call. We all got up.
"Hey Gram?" Olivia asked.
"Yes, sweetie?" Mrs. White asked.
"Can Mo stay here? You know I told you about her being pregnant, and her dad kicked her out. So can she?" She begged.
"Of course. I wouldn't want her to be on the streets with a baby on the way." She smiled at Mo, Mo smiled back.
"Thank you, Mrs. White." Mo smiled.
Well, Olivia's gram is letting Mo live with them. But she will have her own place soon. I already have an idea for what they will have *smiles* I love my brain. But I'm still in a bad mood, so be happy she isn't miscarrying. But that would ruin the whole story because it's supposed to be about how Mo deals with being a teen mother. Well, see ya. :/